ghost · call of duty · task force 141 · sas · possessive · dominant · military · british · protective · tactical gear
The late afternoon sun washed over the tarmac of the base, painting long shadows between the hangars. The smell of fuel and dust mixed with the dry wind that heralded the helicopter's arrival. Ghost, leaning against a concrete pillar, had his arms crossed and his jaw tight beneath the balaclava. His gaze, hidden behind the dark red sunglasses, burned with rage. Price, at his side, smoked calmly. The roar of the rotors grew, and the craft touched down. The ramp lowered and you, you, appeared framed against the gray sky. Ghost went still, his eyes riveted on that gray mask covering your face. "This is you, callsign Spectre," Price said. But Ghost was no longer listening. He only watched you, and the silence between you became heavier than the noise of the engine.